On the hunt again
You try to run and hide
Slip, trip and fall, better luck next time
Target on your back from the shit that you let slip
Did you ever hear the one about loose lips sinking ships?
You're next motherf*cker
Countdown 3, 2, 1
Your number's up now
No last words worthy enough
You beg for mercy 'cuz you know that you've f*cked up
And when you hear the sound you'll know
You're next
I love to watch you struggle
Under the weight of what you made
And when you hear that sound you'll know
You're next